The problem wasn't solved but she was right, it was too early for this crap. Pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath, Nathan let it go. Stepping away from, Cora was her name?, Nathan turned to see Linn icing her hand over and trying to not show any pain. At this sight, Nathan felt extremely guilty, she was probably trying to calm him down or something. Seeing as she was trying to hide it, Nathan decided not to say anything and instead asked her if she wanted any food as he went to the kitchen.
Nathan wasn't a big eater, it had something to do with his powers. Looking around he found some apples, a bag of granola, and a cup of yogurt. As he combined all the ingredients, Nathan noticed a guy with a robo bird on his shoulder. He didn't recognize him but the bird was cool. He had to remind himself to ask him about it later as he dug into his makeshift breakfast.
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We have separate bedrooms but we share a living room/kitchen
Devon liked his station at the smoking lounge, it was quite, peaceful, and uncomplicated. Now days, he liked it even more. With all the tension rising and several bad deals, Devon was getting anxious. Something was shifting in the works, someone wanted them gone. More so than usual. Today had been going relatively slow, most of the patrons were out on the floor loosing and making money in unequal ratios. Very few had actually stopped to have a smoke and a drink, which was ok since Devon didn't really need the tip.
The chime went off, signalling a new customer. Well, two actually. These men sent an uneasy feeling through Devon, they had those shifty eyes he had grown accustomed too from his years before Dusty Road. These men were up to something, but you can't do nothing without proof so Devon treated them like any other patron. With his usual gruff and relaxed voice, Devon said "Either of you boys need a drink? Or are you lookin for a smoke?" As he pointed out his selection. The two men looked at each other then at him. The older of the two just bought a cigar while the younger one got bourbon, on the rocks. Looking them over, the younger man started to nurse his drink. The glass rattled against his teeth as he drunk deep from the glass. In contrast the older man leisurely took a long drag from the cigar, savoring the flavor before exhaling. If anything were to happen, the older man would be the threat.
Just as that thought finished gunshots rang from across the floor, then more. Taking a big sigh Devon started to reach under the counter when he heard the click of a hammer being drawn back. Looking at the two now, they were putting on masks and pointing guns at him. The other patrons quickly vacated the lounge as the two men drew near. They told him to open the register and give them the cash which was dumb, most of it was chips. But not being an idiot Devon complied, putting the money in the bag they had given them. The young guy, eager to leave reached across the counter to get the bag. His mistake. With one swift motion, Devon grabbed the guy and pulled him across the bar. Twisting the gun out of his hand, Devon now had the old guys buddy hostage and the stare down commenced. Neither one ready to give up just yet.
The chime went off, signalling a new customer. Well, two actually. These men sent an uneasy feeling through Devon, they had those shifty eyes he had grown accustomed too from his years before Dusty Road. These men were up to something, but you can't do nothing without proof so Devon treated them like any other patron. With his usual gruff and relaxed voice, Devon said "Either of you boys need a drink? Or are you lookin for a smoke?" As he pointed out his selection. The two men looked at each other then at him. The older of the two just bought a cigar while the younger one got bourbon, on the rocks. Looking them over, the younger man started to nurse his drink. The glass rattled against his teeth as he drunk deep from the glass. In contrast the older man leisurely took a long drag from the cigar, savoring the flavor before exhaling. If anything were to happen, the older man would be the threat.
Just as that thought finished gunshots rang from across the floor, then more. Taking a big sigh Devon started to reach under the counter when he heard the click of a hammer being drawn back. Looking at the two now, they were putting on masks and pointing guns at him. The other patrons quickly vacated the lounge as the two men drew near. They told him to open the register and give them the cash which was dumb, most of it was chips. But not being an idiot Devon complied, putting the money in the bag they had given them. The young guy, eager to leave reached across the counter to get the bag. His mistake. With one swift motion, Devon grabbed the guy and pulled him across the bar. Twisting the gun out of his hand, Devon now had the old guys buddy hostage and the stare down commenced. Neither one ready to give up just yet.
Kilo6 said
Alright! I'm back and ready to post! So what's going on right now?@athanshadowAhh! Hallo! Dein Charakter ist Deutsch als auch?
Ah welcome back, some drama happened between my character and drugs while everyone settled down and socialized. Now it is training day and there is more drama over bagels and rudeness.
Nathan was enjoying his conversation with the girl named Linn, as he discovered. Telling her about how, as a "Vessel of Rage" he was basically just, a fire. With his anger being the fuel. The more rage, the more powerful he became at the cost of his own health. Just than, Nathan heard some commotion from the kitchen and out came a girl that Nathan hadn't recognized, but from the way she carried herself and from the way she was talking all pointed to one conclusion, "Alpha Bitch". He new their type, he had seen dozens of them while in the underground fighting rings that ran rampant in Alaska. Clinging to their cocky "boyfriends" like flies on shit, then promptly dumping them on the floor when Nathan punched their teeth in.
As she strode by, eating the bagels that one girl wanted and talking smack, Nathan had the tall tale feeling of his blood boiling. Quite literally as a matter of fact. Walking up to the girl,Nathan noticed a blur but ignored it, focusing on her instead. As Nathan got to her he said, " I don't know who pissed in your cheerios, but were do you come off being a total dick just so you can get some god damn bagels? Were in the same boat here and burning all your bridges is going to get you killed, NOT asking someone to get you some food." As Nathans anger started to claw back to the surface, his veins started to do the glowy thing again and the air around him began to get uncomfortably hot.
As she strode by, eating the bagels that one girl wanted and talking smack, Nathan had the tall tale feeling of his blood boiling. Quite literally as a matter of fact. Walking up to the girl,Nathan noticed a blur but ignored it, focusing on her instead. As Nathan got to her he said, " I don't know who pissed in your cheerios, but were do you come off being a total dick just so you can get some god damn bagels? Were in the same boat here and burning all your bridges is going to get you killed, NOT asking someone to get you some food." As Nathans anger started to claw back to the surface, his veins started to do the glowy thing again and the air around him began to get uncomfortably hot.
Famotil is pretty accepting form what I've experienced I mean, my guys is basically a vessel for primal emotions. He's not a titan, but magic may be involved. Anyway, your probably good with the fairy thing.
Nathan had been talking with Bruce, or Blur, as he called himself when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Looking in the direction of the tap he saw nothing, then the voice came from the side and he looked down. She was...tiny and familiar. She apparently knew about him as well.
She seemed nice enough, concerned for his well being. However his attention was perked when she mentioned poison. Looking at the girl he said while pointing at the sedative pump, "This thing? It keeps my powers in check, their pretty unstable." With a thoughtful scratch of the chin he continued with "But its pretty new tech, the engineers are still working all the kinks out. Yesterday it accidentally pumped a little too much at once." With an embarrassed blush, Nathan extended his hand in greeting to the young girl and said "My name is Nathaniel, but just call me Nathan...and thanks, for you know. Checking on me."
She seemed nice enough, concerned for his well being. However his attention was perked when she mentioned poison. Looking at the girl he said while pointing at the sedative pump, "This thing? It keeps my powers in check, their pretty unstable." With a thoughtful scratch of the chin he continued with "But its pretty new tech, the engineers are still working all the kinks out. Yesterday it accidentally pumped a little too much at once." With an embarrassed blush, Nathan extended his hand in greeting to the young girl and said "My name is Nathaniel, but just call me Nathan...and thanks, for you know. Checking on me."
My guy knows how to fight, but its mostly an unrefined thing. He relies heavily on his powers to take people down because he lacks grace to dodge attacks so he just rolls with the punches.
Nathan was roused form his half sleep by a loud noise, not an annoying one but one that demanded attention. Standing up, Nathan shook the stiffness out of his legs and arched his back making it pop several times. Since it was wake up time, Nathan went to his bathroom took care of business. Leaving several, cleaner and fresher than before, he decided it was time to switch the gauze and see if his meditation did anything.
As he peeled off the gauze Nathan took note that it didn't hurt as much as yesterdays. In fact, the redness associated with burns were gone, replaced with his normal skin color. However the scars remained were they were and the split from yesterday hadn't fully healed, still a little raw but functional. With a satisfied hum, Nathan peeled out of his old clothes and changed into something new. Since the commander had said it was training day Nathan decided to dress accordingly. Starting with a new pair of boxers Nathan slipped on some cargo shorts, socks, and combat boots. Digging around a little, Nathan had also found his little keepsake. Taking the dog tags out, Nathan gently put them around his neck, patted them for safe keeping and stepped out of his room, putting on his tank top as he walked down the hall into the living room.
As he entered, he saw a new face. Walking up to the guy with the motorcycle clothes Nathan extended his hand and said "Nice to meet you, I didn't really stay that long for introductions...I'm Nathan." with only a little bit of social awkwardness.
As he peeled off the gauze Nathan took note that it didn't hurt as much as yesterdays. In fact, the redness associated with burns were gone, replaced with his normal skin color. However the scars remained were they were and the split from yesterday hadn't fully healed, still a little raw but functional. With a satisfied hum, Nathan peeled out of his old clothes and changed into something new. Since the commander had said it was training day Nathan decided to dress accordingly. Starting with a new pair of boxers Nathan slipped on some cargo shorts, socks, and combat boots. Digging around a little, Nathan had also found his little keepsake. Taking the dog tags out, Nathan gently put them around his neck, patted them for safe keeping and stepped out of his room, putting on his tank top as he walked down the hall into the living room.
As he entered, he saw a new face. Walking up to the guy with the motorcycle clothes Nathan extended his hand and said "Nice to meet you, I didn't really stay that long for introductions...I'm Nathan." with only a little bit of social awkwardness.
Blood. Oh how he had missed that smell, the sickly sweet taste as he gulped it down from some dumb animal that tried to drink form his swamp, exquisite. The source however, didn't look as appetizing. She was in a large hoody with tight jeans. Virgil never did understand peoples obsession with clothes, back in the swamps people usually wore shorts if anything at all. With a languid stretch, Virgil popped his spine a bit and decided to get up. One of the other "not so crazies" got up and tried to check on the girl who just came in. Virgil didn't really care, nor did he care about anybody else in this room either. All he wanted right now was a steak, nice and rare. His mouth watered a bit and his stomach growled.
Seeing as feeding time wasn't going to happen anytime soon, Vigil wandered over and started to look around. Grabbing a book he wasn't planning on reading, Virgil started to walk towards the other not so crazies. Slowly but surely dedicating their smells to memory. He felt like he would get real....acquainted with these people fairly soon and he wasn't always allowed to go out without a blind fold. If its one thing that he hated about his croc side, is that blindfolds make him mellow, too mellow. He wasn't planning on knowing names, not yet. But he was sure, that one way or another, they were going to help him get out of here.
Seeing as feeding time wasn't going to happen anytime soon, Vigil wandered over and started to look around. Grabbing a book he wasn't planning on reading, Virgil started to walk towards the other not so crazies. Slowly but surely dedicating their smells to memory. He felt like he would get real....acquainted with these people fairly soon and he wasn't always allowed to go out without a blind fold. If its one thing that he hated about his croc side, is that blindfolds make him mellow, too mellow. He wasn't planning on knowing names, not yet. But he was sure, that one way or another, they were going to help him get out of here.
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